A/N: Hey lovies, due to not just one day of boredom in class but TWO, I give you yet another chapter of this story. I feel like this is really going to be the last chapter this time, mostly due to the fact that I have a monster paper about Stanley Kubrick and his continued influence on American cinema due soon, as well as auditions for my school's production of Chicago to worry about. Thank you all for your continued support of this fic, I really really appreciate it. hearts! ~Em

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS. bummer.

Tony stood embracing Ziva where McGee had left them moments ago. Her head was resting on his chest, breathing in the comforting smell of him. They were really doing this. She turned to look up at him and he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"We are going to talk more about this later," Ziva said more as a demand than a question.

"Absolutely. Do you want to come over to my place after work?" he asked

"I suppose that would work," she said smiling. He leaned down to peck her lips once more.

"Well, as much as I'd like to go right now, it's time to face the music."

She furrowed her brow in confusion, "What music?" she asked.

"It's just an expression. It means that now we have to go deal with Gibbs."

"What has that got to do with music?"

"Well...it doesn't, really." he said.

"I will never fully understand your language."

"I'll do my best to explain it to you. But now you're just procrastinating."

"I know. We have to talk to Gibbs."


"Does he really have to know?" she asked

Knowing him he already knows and will headslap us as soon as we get out of here."

"Yes. And I suppose the consequences will be lessened if we tell him ourselves rather than him finding out."

"Are you ready for this? He's probably gonna be mad."

"Like I have not made him angry before. And I do not think I will ever be truly ready, but we have to leave this room sometime."

"Alright then," he said, gently kissing her for the last time before going to meet their fate. They walked side by said back to the bullpen. The first thing they noticed when they got there was that it was empty.

"Where is he?" Ziva said, standing at the edge of the bullpen.

"I don't know."

"Is he right behind you?"

"I don't think so. I haven't been head slapped yet."

"Where could he be?"

"With Abby, maybe?"

"Getting coffee."

"Another distinct possibility. Either way we're left with two scenarios. Either he wasn't here when we were arguing and doesn't know anything, or he knows everything and he's waiting for us to sweat it out."

"I would say the latter is more likely." Ziva said.

"Yeah, me too. We just have to play it cool until he comes back."

"Play it cool?"

"Act like nothing happened." He said as he sat down at his desk.

"Oh, I see." she said as she mirrored Tony's actions. "We wait."

Tony and Ziva waited in the bullpen for 20 minutes Tony became more and more fidgety as time went by, causing Ziva to roll her eyes. Play it cool hmph. Tony had taken to throwing paper balls at McGee, who returned not long after they had.

"Tony, cut it out." McGee said.

"I'm sorry Probie. I keep aiming for the trash can, but I guess my aim is a little off." Tony said.

"Come on, Tony, I know that's not true. I'm sorry for earlier, okay? I didn't know you'd be making out when I came in there. I thought that Ziva hurt you or something."

"It is a valid fear." Ziva commented.

"Wait, you would actually hurt me?" Tony said with a sad look on his face.

"Well not today, but I have in the past and I am certainly not afraid to do it again," she said slyly. He wasn't sure if it was the first threat of their new relationship or if she was referring to the bite mark she left on his shoulder the night before, but either way it was hot.

"You drifting off there, Tony?" McGee asked.

"He is not going anywhere." Ziva said

"He means he thinks I'm not paying attention. What is it with you and the idioms today?"
"Oh, well you are now, obviously," she said ignoring the second half of his statement.

"yep, and I didn't forget what we were talking about."

And what was that?" McGee asked

"You walking in on us, Probie."

"I already said I'm sorry, what more do you want from me?"

Tony got up from his desk and walked over to McGee, hands on his hips, and a surprisingly serious look on his face. "Don't tell Gibbs. We want to tell him ourselves."

"I hate to break it to you, but I'm pretty sure he already knows."

"He already knows?"

"What do I already know, DiNozzo?" Gibbs said as he strode into the bullpen.

"Well Boss," Tony began

"DiNozzo, David, my office"

"See, the fact that you just said that tells me that I don't have to tell you.' Tony said as he and Ziva quickly followed Gibbs to the elevator.


"Yes, Boss?"

"Shut up."

"Shutting up, Boss."

As soon as they were in the elevator Gibbs chose a random floor and hit the emergency stop. He just stared at them, letting them fidget just a little bit longer.

"You got something you want to tell me?" He asked looking at them over his cup of coffee sternly.

"Well...the thing is..."

"Too late. What the hell were you two thinking?"

They stood there, stunned in silence

"I knew that this was coming, I saw it years ago, but having sex and then fighting about it is no way to start a relationship." he said, clearly frustrated with the two of them.

"How did you know?" Ziva asked after a moment of silence

"Hickey on your neck. Not hidden as well as you thought."

Ziva frowned, then punched Tony in the arm.

"Hey! Not my fault" he said

"I think it most certainly was." she shot back

"Enough." Gibbs said. "Have you two figured yourselves out?"

"Yes." Ziva said


"We are going to start a relationship."

"I don't need to tell you the consequences if this goes bad."

"No." Tony said

"Good. I don't want this to be your downfall. You two are a good team, so don't let this thing go south."

"You're okay with this?" Tony asked.

"I can't stop the two of you from doing this. If you want to give it a shot, you deserve to be happy. But don't screw it up. And DON'T bring it to the office." They nodded in confirmation. "And if either of you hurt the other, you will have me to answer to. You got it?"


"Yes, Gibbs" they answered simultaneously.

"Good. Come here." They leaned in a little bit closer. He head slapped them both. "That was for bringing it to the office today." As he stepped off of the elevator he slapped them again. "And that's for breaking rule 12."
"But you said..." Tony started

"I know what I said" As he walked away, he couldn't help but smile.

"Could've been worse." Tony said

"DiNozzo, David, get your asses back in here and give me a sitrep." Tony simply squeezed Ziva's hand, and they ran back to the bullpen, smiles plastered on their faces.